Take Me Home for Christmas. Brenda Novak

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      “Sophia?” The phone had switched hands. This was Dale, Skip’s father.

      She gripped her cell tighter. “Yes?”

      “What the hell’s going on?”

      As a rule, men treated her better than women. That was why she typically preferred them. But her father-in-law was a notable exception. “It...it’s unbelievable,” she said and told him what she’d told Sharon.

      “My son would never leave his family high and dry,” he said when she’d finished. “It must be foul play, a—a kidnapping.”

      “There’s been no ransom note.”

      “Then something else happened. He wouldn’t abandon you and Alexa on that damn boat if he’d had a choice.”

      A tear dripped down her cheek because she was pretty sure Skip had done exactly that, and she felt terrible for their daughter. How could he promise Alexa a wonderful two weeks at sea as a family—and then disappear?

      “You—you’re probably right,” she said but only to get through this phone call without an argument. The more she considered the timing of Skip’s disappearance, the more she believed he’d gone on the run. He had to have known the FBI was closing in on him. Or maybe some of his investors had been pressing him for the fabulous return he’d promised, and he’d run out of excuses.

      “Did he have problems with the crew?” his father asked.

      Was he talking murder? “No, none. The crew is great. No one would hurt him.”

      “Someone must’ve done something, by God! And now you want to leave, to come home without him? When he’s probably in trouble—maybe even stranded in the ocean? He could need your help!”

      The lump in Sophia’s throat made speaking an effort. “I told you, I don’t have the money to stay. I—I can’t even provide the necessities for Lex. Think of your granddaughter, please. I need to get her home.”

      “Why don’t you have money? This whole thing stinks, Sophia. What is it? What aren’t you telling us?”

      She dropped her head, resting it in her free hand. She realized that this conversation couldn’t wait, after all. “The FBI has frozen our bank accounts, Dale.”

      “Let go of the phone,” he told his wife. Then he spoke into the receiver again. “Did you say FBI?”

      She sighed. “I’m afraid so.”

      “Why would the FBI freeze your accounts? The FBI doesn’t do that unless...unless—”

      “Unless they have reason,” she finished for him. “They claim Skip’s been defrauding his investors.”

      “What?”

      “It’s true. They’ve frozen all the money so they can return as much as possible. But Kelly tells me that’ll be a nominal amount, if any at all.”

      “This is bullshit!” he exploded. “My boy would never cheat a soul. He doesn’t need to cheat. Everything he touches turns to gold. You’ve seen what he’s done, what he’s provided for you.”

      Had he been breaking the law all along? Or just recently? “I hope he’s innocent, like you say. And I hope we can prove it.”

      “You do? Really? Because you sound beaten.” His voice grated. “Don’t you have any confidence in him?”

      “I only know what Kelly told me, Dale, and he said the FBI plans to bring Skip up on fraud charges for mishandling the SLD Fund.”

      There was a brief silence. “No way. Not the SLD Fund. That fund’s making great money. I saw a report last month.”

      A wave of unease swept through Sophia. “Why would you see a report? You didn’t invest in it...” Skip wouldn’t defraud his own parents, would he?

      “I sure did,” his father said proudly. “I put my life savings into that fund. So did almost everyone else in Whiskey Creek. And when they see how fast my boy will double their money, they’re going to be damn glad they did.”

      Sophia started laughing. And once she started, she couldn’t stop, not until she was crying instead.

      “Sophia? Sophia, stop it!” Dale barked. “Are you drunk?”

      That got her attention. “No,” she said. “I haven’t had a drop.”

      “Then what’s wrong with you?”

      Sniffing, she wiped her eyes. “Whether you want to believe it or not, your boy is gone,” she said. “And so is the money you and everyone else invested.”

      4

      Two days later, on Sunday, which was as soon as they could make the arrangements, Sharon and Dale met Sophia and Alexa at the airport. Her in-laws were drawn and pale, and Sophia knew she looked no better. She wheeled her luggage out to the car, while her daughter did the same, her hair smashed on one side from when she’d leaned against the wall of the plane, trying to get some sleep.

      “Thank you for helping us get home,” Sophia said. “And for sending enough money for the crew to return with the Legacy.” She had no doubt the FBI would confiscate the yacht once it was safely docked. The agent who’d been dealing with Kelly, Special Agent Freeman, had contacted her when she was about to board the plane. She’d told him she couldn’t help find Skip. And he’d told her the government had seized everything of any value except the house. Since there was no equity in it, 910 Wonderland Drive wouldn’t be worth their time.

      Thank God for small favors. At least she and Alexa would be able to stay in familiar surroundings until the bank kicked them out. How long that would be, Sophia couldn’t even guess. She had more pressing matters to worry about before she got to that. The way Agent Freeman had questioned her made Sophia believe he suspected her of being a party to Skip’s fraudulent activities—and when they’d hung up, he’d seemed far from convinced that she wasn’t. He kept asking her how much she knew about her husband’s business, implying that Skip couldn’t have done everything he’d done without her knowledge. Because California was a community property state, the law held her accountable for any debts he’d incurred, so her credit was going to be ruined, too.

      The DeBussis hugged Alexa, then turned immediately to helping with the luggage.

      “Of course we were going to make sure you got home. We would never strand our granddaughter,” Dale said tightly.

      Sophia tried not to be hurt by the fact that they hadn’t greeted her quite as warmly. Maybe she hadn’t been the perfect wife. No one admired an alcoholic. But she had been part of the DeBussi family for thirteen years, since shortly after she’d found out she was pregnant with Lex. She felt she deserved a little kindness. “Since I love Alexa, too, I appreciate it,” she said.

      Other than a few comments about the weather and the length of the trip, they drove the hundred and thirty miles to “The Heart of Gold Country” in silence. Sophia knew her in-laws didn’t want to discuss Skip’s situation in Lexi’s presence; neither did she. She hadn’t told her СКАЧАТЬ